Marrying the Male Lead’s Disabled Uncle – Chapter 15

Chapter 15 If you want to eat my food, you have to sleep with me

The waves crashed against the reefs, retreating and surging forward again, their rhythm endless, day and night.

Pei Lang originally thought the hype around his song would die down in a few days, but the curiosity of netizens was insatiable. The discussion remained high, and while his identity hadn’t been uncovered, it was already causing trouble for the website.

[——These netizens are useless. It’s been days, and they still haven’t figured out who it is.]

[——Is it possible the website is overprotecting him? Even veteran singers can be traced. Maybe this is just a marketing ploy. After all, even charity websites need to make money.]

[——Why hide such a treasure? Someone with this voice should be shared with the world. It would be a waste if he didn’t contribute to the entertainment industry.]

[——The person above, have you even checked what kind of website this is? Are you here to chase celebrities or listen to music? He’s stayed anonymous for a reason. Doesn’t that tell you he doesn’t want to be recognized in the real world?]

[——Oh please, stop acting so high and mighty. How do you know he doesn’t want to show up? Maybe he’s just waiting for the right moment. With such an incredible voice and talent, do you really think he’s going to stay hidden forever? Every singer wants fame and fortune. I bet he’s just creating suspense—waiting for the hype to die down so he can reappear and ride the wave straight into the entertainment industry.]

The debate spread across multiple platforms, and Pei Lang could only sigh at how stubborn people were. He contacted the website admin, asking them to lower the visibility of the trending search, but their response was straightforward:

They couldn’t.

The admin simply told him, “Just let it be. A little bit of fame isn’t a bad thing.”

Pei Lang, seeing the continuous arguments online, had an idea.

He registered a secondary Weibo account.

The username “Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing” had already been taken, so he went with “Little Wild Wolf” instead. At first, no one suspected it was him. Then, he uploaded a short clip of himself playing the guitar and singing.

The moment his distinctive voice was recognized, the account exploded.

Netizens were convinced Pei Lang was about to make his big reveal.

Then, he posted another video.

In it, a man wore a neatly buttoned shirt and black trousers. His figure was lean but not thin, just as people had imagined. However, his face remained unseen.

Then, as he reached out to strum the guitar, the camera focused on his hands.

His fingers were thin, wrinkled, with yellowed skin and visible age spots.

From the condition of his hands, he was estimated to be at least 50 years old.

Netizens’ fantasies shattered instantly. Some cursed and exited the video. Others, despite their disappointment, continued watching until the end.

Then came the self-introduction:

**”Hello, everyone. I’m Lang, a middle-aged man with a young voice. I’m old now, but I’m still pursuing the music dream I had in my youth. Seeing so many people appreciate my songs and voice makes me both happy and troubled.

“Singing is just a hobby for me. I hope everyone can focus on the music itself rather than my personal life. Excessive attention will only disturb my family.

“I will continue to post songs on the website. Hopefully, my voice can help those who need it.”**

The purpose of this video was simple: to kill the curiosity before it spiraled out of control.

No one would expect a middle-aged man to enter the entertainment industry. No company would sign him.

Even if he was famous now, it was only temporary.

As expected, the revelation that he was an “uncle” crushed many people’s illusions. The audience quickly filtered itself out—those who stayed were the ones who truly loved his music.

What the website needed wasn’t a pretty face—it was a healing voice.

This single video managed to control public speculation, clarify his stance, and promote his work all in one go.

The reaction was mixed.

[——What?! How could he be an uncle?! I was waiting to see his real face…]

[——What’s wrong with being an uncle? A gentle uncle with an amazing voice! Who said only young people can sing? Do you think your idols won’t age?]

[——Exactly! Some of you were obsessed with his looks, but now that you found out he’s older, you’re suddenly upset? Shame on you. This place was meant to be for healing, not chasing celebrities.]

[——Actually, I think uncles are kind of nice? They have experience, stories, and a kind of gentleness that comes with age. What’s the problem?]

[——Can I just say that some of the people defending him now were the same ones demanding to see his face earlier? Hypocrites.]

Pei Lang ignored the chaos and went downstairs to the kitchen.

The moment Aunt Lin saw him, her eyes lit up. “What’s wrong? Hungry again? I’ll make something for you!”

Pei Lang sighed helplessly. Aunt Lin treated him like a pet, constantly stuffing him with food.

“I’m not hungry. I just need some vinegar.”

Aunt Lin seemed disappointed but still nodded. Then, she glanced at Pei Lang’s hands—and her expression changed instantly.

“Oh my god! What happened to your hands?!”

Pei Lang looked down and realized that, due to the glue he had used for his disguise, his skin was wrinkled and peeling.

Aunt Lin grabbed his hand in distress, rushing to the sink to rinse it with warm water. But no matter how much she scrubbed, the glue wouldn’t come off.

The waves continued their endless rhythm, crashing against the reefs before retreating, only to surge forward again.

Pei Lang had assumed that the hype would fade in a few days, but netizens were too persistent. The discussion around his identity remained high, and while no one had successfully uncovered his personal information, the website was already feeling the pressure.

Still, there was nothing he could do about it now.

Aunt Lin genuinely cared about him, and Pei Lang felt a rare warmth in his heart.

“Thank you, Aunt Lin,” he said sincerely as she fussed over his hands.

The glue had been used to create the illusion of wrinkled skin, while the age spots had been achieved with soy sauce. He had been in a hurry, and this was the best method he could think of.

Aunt Lin, however, was horrified. “Next time, wear gloves! You have delicate skin, and now look at you—you look terrible!“

She nagged at him while scrubbing his hands with vinegar. It worked, but only slightly. The glue was stubborn, and it seemed it would take multiple washes before it completely faded.

“Xiao Lang, you wash up first. Mr. Yan is coming home for dinner today, and the fridge is empty. I’ll go out and get some groceries.”

“Okay, Aunt Lin. Be careful on the road.”

Yan Han was coming home for dinner? That was a surprise.

It had been three days since Pei Lang had last seen him. Ever since he had left Yan Han’s room that morning, the man had completely avoided him.

Pei Lang had no idea what was going on with him.

Their schedules didn’t align. Yan Han often worked late, and Pei Lang usually finished dinner by six or seven. They rarely had a chance to cross paths—until today.

By sheer coincidence, Pei Lang was in the kitchen helping Aunt Lin when Yan Han came home early.

Aunt Lin was busy cooking, while Pei Lang stood beside her, casually assisting. If anyone looked in from the outside, it was Pei Lang who seemed like the outsider.

Yan Han wheeled himself to the kitchen entrance and, in a mocking tone, said, “You two seem to get along well.”

Pei Lang had already noticed him but hadn’t bothered to greet him first. From the way Yan Han was speaking, it was obvious that he was still holding a grudge about Pei Lang entering his room without permission.

Petty.

Pei Lang mentally rolled his eyes but maintained his pleasant demeanor.

“I’m eating and drinking for free here,” he said cheerfully, “so I have to do something to earn my keep. Otherwise, it would be ungrateful of me. Thank you, Mr. Yan.”

Yan Han’s expression didn’t change. “It’s fine. You can pay me back later.”

… Stingy.

Pei Lang forced a laugh. “Haha, of course. I’ll pay you back double once I start making money.”

What Pei Lang didn’t realize was that Yan Han wasn’t just mad about the room incident.

He was also mad about being carried like a princess in front of Su Jia.

That scene had been seared into his memory—and the mere thought of it made his expression darken.

Even the tiny figure on his shoulder looked grumpy and unusually quiet.

Pei Lang, unable to interpret Yan Han’s thoughts, merely shrugged it off.

Yan Han stared at Pei Lang for a long moment before finally looking away without saying anything more.

Pei Lang noticed the dark circles under his eyes. He looked exhausted.

His sharp gaze was as intense as always, but the fatigue was undeniable.

Has he not been sleeping well?

Dinner was finally ready, and Aunt Lin brought the dishes to the table. Pei Lang immediately started drooling at the sight of the delicious food.

Aunt Lin caught his eager expression and gave him a knowing look—I’ll make something extra for you later.

Yan Han was used to eating alone.

Even though Aunt Lin felt bad for Pei Lang, she wasn’t bold enough to arrange for him to sit at the table.

Yan Han was the real owner of this house. She had already been showing special care toward Pei Lang these past few days—she couldn’t afford to overstep.

Pei Lang understood the situation perfectly.

Still, looking at the table full of mouthwatering dishes, he couldn’t help but make a silent vow—

When I make money, I’ll buy my own house, invite Aunt Lin to live with me, and let her cook whatever I want.

Just as Pei Lang was lost in thought, Yan Han suddenly said, “Go down.”

Aunt Lin hesitated but obeyed, glancing at Pei Lang as she quietly left the room.

Pei Lang was puzzled and instinctively followed her—

But then Yan Han’s voice stopped him.

“I didn’t say you could leave.”

Pei Lang turned back, confused. “Mr. Yan, what can I do for you?”

The rich aroma of the food filled the air, and despite his words, Pei Lang’s gaze couldn’t help but wander toward the table.

Yan Han noticed.

The way Pei Lang stared hungrily at the food was almost pitiful.

“Do you want to eat?” Yan Han asked.

“Yes.” Pei Lang responded immediately.

But the second he did, he suddenly felt alert.

Something was off.

He narrowed his eyes slightly. “What does Mr. Yan want in return?”

Yan Han was a businessman.

Everything he did was transactional.

Despite his cold personality, Pei Lang could sense that he wasn’t a bad person. He was just a complicated and contradictory man.

Pei Lang didn’t dislike him.

In fact, he was grateful that Yan Han had taken him in.

Yan Han, without pausing, said, “From now on, if you want to eat my food, you have to sleep with me.“

Pei Lang froze.

For the first time in a long while, his usual calm smile disappeared.

His brain struggled to process the words.

His entertainment industry survival instincts told him to remain calm.

The ability to read people, to control his expressions, to handle any situation gracefully—these were all skills he had honed over the years.

Even when faced with people he disliked, he had learned to find one good trait in them to focus on, to keep himself from getting frustrated.

A famous director had once described him as:

“Gentle, composed, and strong—a man with eyes that seem to embrace everything, yet remain detached, as if nothing in this world truly concerns him.”

But this?

This shattered his composure.

He stood there, stunned, for a long time.

Several minutes passed before he finally asked, “Mr. Yan… what do you mean by that?”

On Yan Han’s shoulder, the tiny figure shyly burrowed into a blanket, leaving only the top of its head peeking out.

Even it didn’t understand.

Yan Han, on the other hand, remained indifferent.

“Literally.”

Pei Lang: “…”

He was speechless.

But just as he was about to panic, he noticed—

Yan Han’s ears were red.

Realization dawned.

Pei Lang relaxed instantly.

Why should he be nervous?

Yan Han is more nervous than me.

“Alright,” Pei Lang said calmly, his usual playful smile returning.

“We can discuss the details after dinner.”

“I’m starving.”

With that, he went to the kitchen, grabbed a set of tableware, and sat down opposite Yan Han, digging into the meal as if nothing had happened.